Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Ye Jian realized that the strangers that entered the village might be hurting the villagers. In that instant, she suddenly realized a sound from her left. Her gaze turned sharp. She reacted quickly and rolled on the wet ground, evading the attack that came from behind her.
Her quick reaction gave J5 a shock. This Tibetan young lady was too agile.
“Come out!” Ye Jian rolled on the ground and hid under the Mani pile. She said in a low voice, “Who are you?”
The first sentence was said in Mandarin while the last sentence was spoken using the Tibetan dialect she learned from Yang Jin. When the five people heard her voice, they were stunned.
This voice sounded familiar.
Han Zheng placed his finger over his lips and said softly to Xia Jinyuan, “Don’t you find the voice familiar? Does it sound like... your little fox? I’m not wrong, right? It really sounds like her.”
After one year, that voice got more imposing. He was not certain if it was really her.
Wasn’t Ye Jian at Fujun Town? Why would she be here? It seemed impossible.
“I’m not sure.” Xia Jinyuan couldn’t confirm it too. He signaled to the other five people. The five of them surrounded the Mani pile. No matter who it was, as long as it was a commoner, they must ensure her safety.
Ye Jian felt the people surrounding her. She could smell the faint smell of blood on their bodies.
In front of her was a slope. Behind her were the tents that got invaded with strangers. Beside her, there were people closing in on her. There was only one way she could go... on top of the Mani pile. However, she remembered the culture of the Tibetans. She gritted her teeth and decided to rush towards the tents instead.
If five members of the Xueyu unit were able to let a 15 years old little girl escape under their eyes, they would have to suspect their abilities as a special force soldier.
Xia Jinyuan moved first. When he saw a lean figure moving out, he immediately pounced on her. He grabbed one of Ye Jian’s ankle and hooked it. Ye Jian fell on the ground.
She bent her hands and used a professional falling posture to fall on the ground.
Xia Jinyuan grabbed her right ankle. Hence, when she fell, she kicked her left leg.
When that didn’t work, she pushed herself off the ground with her hands and did a scissors-cut with her legs so that she could turn her body.
However, the other person’s reaction astounded her. She was fast but the other person was even faster. Before she could get up, her ankle was held again.
Her actions from the moment she fell were smooth and professional. The five soldiers were flabbergasted. Where did this Tibetan lady learn all these from?
Xia Jinyuan’s shoulder got hit when Ye Jian kicked him forcefully. It was so painful the muscles on his shoulder tensed up.
Z7 and J5 saw this and instantly joined the fight. The two of them pressed Ye Jian’s arms down. “Q King, subdue this little snow wolf. Damn it, the Tibetans ladies are more intense than the Han ladies.”
K7 was guarding their surroundings. He spoke quickly in the Tibetan dialect, “Lady, we are not bad people. We are soldiers from the military depot...”
One year had passed since they last met. Ye Jian was no longer the weak and skinny little girl in the past. After the brutal training she went through for two summer vacations and one winter vacation, her combat abilities, and stamina had improved exponentially under the guidance of Principal Chen.
Even when her arms were pinned down by two people, she could still struggle since her legs were free.